1. Dance me to the end of love
2. The Future
3. Ain’t no Cure for Love
4. Bird on the Wire
5. Everybody Knows
6. In my Secret Life
7. Who by Fire
8. Chelsea Hotel
9. Sisters of Mercy
10. Anthem (Ring the Bells)
11. Tower of Song
12. Suzanne
13. The Gypsy’s Wife
14. Boogie Street
15. I’m Your Man
16. Take this waltz
17. First we Take Manhattan
18. Famous Blue Raincoat
19. If it be Your Will
20. Democracy
21. I Tried to Leave You

This was one of the richest, happiest and most entertaining concerts I've ever been to.

Like most of the 7000 or 8000 people there, at a vinyard under the stars on a warm summer night, I was overwhelmed by the presence of the man and the professionalism and empathy of the band.

It's difficult to write a professional review or commentary (I'm a journalist) because of the impact of the man, the weight of his history, his openness and honesty on stage and in song.

Last night Cohen said: "This is my first time on stage for many years. I was 60 when I last toured, just a kid with a crazy dream . . . " and "I've done a lot of reading into various religions, but I found that cheerfulness keeps getting in the way."

Two less happy comments: The backing singers were superb, but a little intrusive. In hindsight, I think they are on the first album also. And, just before the halftime break the man courteously and humbly introduced every member of his band with some supportive commentary. Then he did it all again, almost word-for-word, just before his last song.

I think the memory of Cohen skipping off the stage into the evening dark after his last song will stay with me forever.

Well, I made it to the concert - the trip was so worth it. I'm still on a high!

One of the high spots of the Sandalford Perth concert, according to a male friend of mine, was when he had to visit the dunny and all the blokes in there were belting out "Hallelujah, hallelujah"!

I didn't budge from my seat - just sat there mesmerised by this amazing man. I even managed to change my top for a warmer one - stripping off at a Leonard Cohen concert! (sort of - I was carefully shielded by my good friends but that hasn't stopped me dining out on my story!)

It is amazing that he could continue for over 3 hours and never miss a beat. I wanted to take him home ... for keeps!

Truly, a once in a lifetime event for me.

How wonderful if he came back to Perth one day. I think that may be too much to ask.

Some photos from the concert - not as professional as those elsewhere and I haven't figured out how to separate them from the rest of my Flickr stuff - but have a look anyway.http://www.flickr.com/photos/15270770@N03/

AS the security guard searched my esky and removed the Alfoil covering my cheese and biscuits, I wondered if the whole security thing had gone too far.

After all, it was hardly the Big Day Out, just a concert for what you might politely call the older generation.

Leonard Cohen, at 74, had drawn a sell-out but sedate crowd of mainly ageing baby boomers to a local winery for a nostalgic musical evening under the stars.

I was curious as to what our security man was expecting to find lurking amongst the savoury snacks – ecstasy, cocaine, or maybe something worse, some wine glasses or (shudder) contraband alcohol.

He needn’t have worried. The admission tickets were explicit enough: no BYO, no glass.

While we would have preferred to have brought our own tipples of choice, and to have imbibed from our own glasses rather than from cans and the flimsy, leaky plastic wine cups that were supplied, we were content to go along with it. Safety had to be paramount. Or did it? The irony of it was soon apparent. Queuing up to buy our captive-market drinks I noticed that not only could you buy wine in glass bottles, but there was also beer available in glass stubbies. Hello? Wasn’t this a glass-free zone?

But it didn’t end there. Having reached the front of the queue to get the provisions for our group of eight, I asked for one bottle of the house wine and four beers, only to be told I could only have one or the other. Hadn’t I read the sign? This venue adopted a policy of responsible service of alcohol, I was told.

So did all eight of us have to line-up? The helpful bar attendant suggested I buy the beers, dispose of them, and then join the queue again. They would then let me buy the wine.

Oh well, when in Rome. Still, there was something a little pointless about this sort of charade.

I accept that there is a public interest in guarding against binge drinking at public functions, even when the preponderance of the crowd is into its fifth or sixth decade, but the system was so obviously tokenistic and exploitable, that I wondered what was likely to be achieved.

And so we sat down with our responsibly served drinks (and our security-cleared snacks) and took turns to queue up for our spartan refreshments ration during the course of the evening.

Is this the way of the future? Are concerts like this about to become like airports with metal detectors, explosive-substance and quarantine checks, as well as sniffer dogs?

I’m hardly suggesting that the younger generation has a mortgage on bad behaviour. Far from it. But it does seem to me that the sort of restrictions that the public is asked to endure these days in the name of safety and security has gone beyond the bounds of common sense.

I read Tom Percy's article in the Sunday Times. I have to say there was a distinct aroma of marijuana drifting around! And there was at least one person affected by something stronger - getting on everyone else's nerves!

Nevertheless, a magical concert - I did it without food or drink (H2O excepted), too rapt in the star.

I saw just as many middle aged gentlemen and gentlewomen staggering around drunk as skunks by 6pm at this show as I see younger people at the big day out

well now the latest thing at concerts and festivals is that when you buy an overpriced bottle of water you are not allowed to get the screw cap "People can throw them at the band" was the response, hmmm pretty sure a half full bottle of water can be thrown at the band as well and will probably hurt more. I suggest in future the public should simply be placed in cages battery hen farm style so nobody gets hurt

"I saw just as many middle aged gentlemen and gentlewomen staggering around drunk as skunks by 6pm at this show as I see younger people at the big day out "

Too right! From where I was sitting on the aisle, there were some real humdingers staggering up toward the rear. A couple of times I thought I'd have to duck for cover if they decided on a technicolour yawn yuk ! some of them looked soooo ... 'establishment'! No judgment intended